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All Too Much
03:50
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2. |
Power
02:14
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Here take my power
I'm handing it off to you
Making it comfortable
That's what I said I'd do
Is this easy
Are you still confused
Promise that you were just tired
Ask you again, are you sure?
Promise that you were just tired
Right, no I get it, of course
Make me your middle ground
Only two days a week
Keeping it comfortable
So you get to pick when we speak
Look I’m crying
And you knew I would
Promise that some of it counted
All of a sudden I’m young
Promise that some of it counted
Maybe I made you less numb
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3. |
Cigarettes
02:46
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I want it again
Revisit whats restless
Act like we’re friends, invite me to breakfast
Move with intention
And notice my necklace
I’m glad to be here where I am
And before I go home make me part of your plan
Novel life its nice to meet you
Older one have you two met
Mather knoll is real and mine
My new best friend smokes cigarettes
Talk like you want to
Laugh like i’m smart
Take off your shoes and pick me apart
Show me your bedroom
Again in the dark
I’m glad to be here where i am
And before i go home make me part of your plan
Novel life its nice to meet you
Older one have you two met
Mather knoll is real and mine
My new best friend smokes cigarettes
Laundry room songs
Hot clean and quiet
Humming along with clothes while they dry its
not that i’m strong
I’m just so down to hide it
I’m glad to be here where I am
and before i go home make me part of your plan
Novel life its nice to meet you
Older one have you two met
Mather knoll is real and mine
My new best friend smokes cigarettes
I’m glad to be here where I am
And before I go home make me part of your plan
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4. |
Better Music
01:00
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No I’m not thinking about it
Even though you’re everywhere and loud and all the time
No i’m not thinking about it
I can’t have a drink of anything
But really i don’t mind
Put on better music
Something fast that I can find my jacket to
Put on better music
So I can leave before I see you talk and take her to your room
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Funeral
02:12
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Mourning all the mornings like the only ones we had
Planning out a funeral for my seat inside your head
Burying the body of my expectations met
Well that’s a funny way to think of it, huh?
Soak in your complexities and step outside to smoke another one
Fuck you for Monday afternoon, for everything opaque
You didn’t want me in your room, but kept me just in case
Maybe theres no “something" to substantiate
Well that’s a funny way to think of it, huh?
Soak in your complexities and step outside to smoke another one
Tuck me away under your belt
One more pretty casualty of every single thing you’ve never felt
Well that’s a funny way to think of it huh
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Annie Blackman Montclair, New Jersey
singer-songwriter
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